663: How to set up your VCR (As read by a stripper) (draft 100)
Strip clubs always smell foul. The stench permeates from nowhere but is everywhere. Sweat, blood, bodily fluids, smoke, booze and guilt all float through the air. There is nothing sacred and nothing holy, nothing worth selling but everybody is buying. Time is the main commodity. Time to sit, time to dance, time to ogle, time to fornicate.
Cindy used to have aspirations of dancing legitimately,. Now she shakes her cans for drunks. Her ass has a permanent red mark from all the slapping that takes place every night. Drunken advances, some she almost considers. They claim they want to take her away from this, that if she comes home with him she'll never have to work another day. She knows better, they all do. They just want a ride.
Gerald had been scoping her out for weeks, wondering if she was going to reconize him. She hadn't. It was time to put his plan into motion, his stomach rumbling every time he took a step towards her. She was finishing up a lap dance for an older man, with oxygen flowing into his nose through a plastic tube. What a way to spend the twilight of life.
Cindy used to have aspirations of dancing legitimately,. Now she shakes her cans for drunks. Her ass has a permanent red mark from all the slapping that takes place every night. Drunken advances, some she almost considers. They claim they want to take her away from this, that if she comes home with him she'll never have to work another day. She knows better, they all do. They just want a ride.
Gerald had been scoping her out for weeks, wondering if she was going to reconize him. She hadn't. It was time to put his plan into motion, his stomach rumbling every time he took a step towards her. She was finishing up a lap dance for an older man, with oxygen flowing into his nose through a plastic tube. What a way to spend the twilight of life.